Emperor of JadeJade is not fractured by steel, and yet, the minute application of water and sand can shape it to a master's patient hand. Nor is a man reduced by force, but the daily interaction of anger and pettiness can erode his honour, and corrode his heart. Speak to me not of endurance, nor of the beauty of graven stone. Luminous jade is not hollowed by strength, and yet, a thin, persistent thread can empty its form of content. A man is not emptied by challenge or grief, but the unceasing depletion of unreplenished dignity can form of him a vessel devoid of meaning or intent. Speak to me not of accommodation, nor of the perfection in a master's eye. Jade is not fractured, a man is not reduced, except by sand, and persistent, small depletions. A man is not emptied, nor jade hollowed, except by threads, and the anger of pettiness. Speak to me now of honour and meaning. Speak to me, now, of beauty and intent.